This doctor is not short of money

Chapter 125
He is a small editor in charge, and he can't reach the doctors who are too high-level.

But he still knows that the current doctors, whether they are western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, are all developing in the direction of specialization.

This is not because of personal needs, but because the hospital's department settings are becoming more and more detailed.

The refinement of departments has reversed the development of more refined doctor skills.

He always thought that if Du Heng could easily diagnose the tumor in his lung, he should be a doctor of respiratory or chest medicine.I didn't expect Du Heng to see such a wide range of doctors, as if he was a doctor in the era of internal medicine.

At this time, Pei Jihua suddenly became more interested in Du Heng, and he was not limited to his own idea of ​​treating diseases. He wanted to know more about this doctor, who could become the dean at a young age.

"Auntie, how do you know that Dr. Du is better at treating paralysis?"

The aunt was very interested in chatting, and after confirming that she was not blocking the way, she began to chat with Pei Jihua, "Hey, you don't know, I regret it now. When Dr. Du came to the village to see a doctor, then It was free to see a doctor and prescribe prescriptions. But at that time, we disliked Dr. Du for being young, so we didn’t go, and even laughed at the people in our village who went there.”

"Then why are you here again? Could it be that Dr. Du cured them all?"

"Isn't it? Not only people from our village, but people from other villages, who are paralyzed by a stroke and who are willing to listen to him, can now move after two months of treatment. Some people who are paralyzed can already walk on their own."

Pei Jihua's eyes lit up. If it is true that Dr. Du can cure paralysis, as the aunt said, it will definitely be called good news for the patients and their families.

Such a doctor is worth writing a report about.

However, he still has a few questions to ask.

"Auntie, can this Dr. Du treat any paralysis?"

Auntie glared at Pei Jihua dissatisfied, "You young man, you didn't listen carefully to what I just said. As I said, it was paralyzed by a stroke. If those legs are gone or their waists are broken, they must not be cured."

Pei Jihua was a little embarrassed, but he continued to ask, "I didn't hear clearly, I'm sorry. Does this Doctor Du have any restrictions on his treatment?"

"That's what it is."

Hearing this, Pei Jihua sighed silently.

Sure enough, there are still limitations.

Now there are many paralyzed patients who have been cured in society, but their treatment process is basically not reproducible, and luck is more important than anything else.I thought I found someone with real skills, but I didn't expect that there were still restrictions.

"Auntie, what's the limit?"

"It is necessary to take good care of the patients, so as not to cause muscle atrophy and tendon degeneration in the arms and legs.

Dr. Du said that if these parts are inactive for a long time, the muscles and tendons are particularly prone to atrophy and degeneration.It is necessary to massage frequently to ensure the activity, so that there is a possibility of being cured.

Also, the earlier the treatment, the better, and the longer the delay, the greater the risk. "

The aunt spoke very proudly, her chin raised unconsciously, "I give massages to our old man every day, once in the morning and once in the evening, knowing that Dr. Du can cure paralysis, we came here."

As he spoke, he looked around mysteriously, and lowered his voice a little, "There is another person in our village who was paralyzed after a stroke, which was shorter than our old man's, probably more than half a year. But his wife never cared about him. , not to mention massage, I don’t even want to take care of my bowels and bowels, and my body is always smelly.”

Maybe she was really afraid that someone would hear her, so she went back to tell her neighbors, and the aunt carefully looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping before continuing.

"This time I came to the doctor with us. Dr. Du also saw her man's condition. His legs were skinny and he couldn't see a little bit of flesh. Dr. Du said at the time that it couldn't be cured and told them to go back."

Pei Jihua asked eagerly, "What happened next?"

"That woman just cried, crying very sadly. But who can be blamed, it's not her own fault. Her man made her angry into a cerebral hemorrhage, and she didn't care about it after being paralyzed. What's the use of crying now. "

"Then there is really no way to treat it?"

"No, Dr. Du said that her man's muscle atrophy was caused by poor care and poor blood circulation, so he prescribed medicine for strengthening the muscles and nourishing blood, and asked them to go home and drink the medicine first. It cannot be corrected. If it is corrected, there is still hope of recovery; if it cannot be corrected, there is no hope at all.”

"Oh." Pei Jihua breathed a sigh of relief, "Auntie, seeing you are so happy, is uncle cured?"

"How can it be so fast? It's still far away. Our old man has been paralyzed for a long time. Dr. Du said that it will take at least a month to see significant results."

"But I think my aunt is very happy."

"I'm happy, I'm sure. We've only lived here for four days. Dr. Du gave the old man injections and medicine every day. The old man's legs and feet, which he didn't feel before, are now conscious."

Pei Jihua looked at the time, it was only ten past twelve.

I don't know when Du Heng will come back, so I have the idea of ​​going to the ward to see, "Auntie, can I go to the ward with you?"

Hearing this, the aunt asked suspiciously, "Why are you going to the ward if you have nothing to do? By the way, young man, it's been a while since we talked so well. What are you doing?"

Pei Jihua chuckled, and held up the film in his hand, "Auntie, I also came to see Dr. Du."

"What disease are you seeing?"

"Dr. Du said that I have a tumor in my left lung. I don't believe it. I went to the cancer hospital for an examination yesterday, and it really does exist. No, I will come to see Dr. Du immediately today."

Auntie took a step back quietly, and looked at Pei Jihua pitifully, "Cancer, what a pity. But Dr. Du still sees cancer?"

Aunt Pei Jihua choked on his reaction, and said with a wry smile, "Auntie, I am just a small tumor. Only malignant tumors are called cancer."

"It's still the same."

Pei Jihua shook his head helplessly, he didn't intend to explain, "Auntie, can I go to the ward with you?"

Auntie's eyes became a little wary, "Your disease is not contagious, is it?"

Pei Jihua wanted to leave, he didn't want to chat with this aunt anymore.

If it can be contagious, they have been chatting for a long time, and they would have been contagious long ago.

"Auntie, this is a tumor, not an infectious disease. Besides, if it is an infectious disease, do you think the doctors here will let me chat with you like this?"

The aunt thought about it with the lunch box in her hand, and what this guy said seemed to make sense.

"All right, come up with me. I don't know what you young man is trying to do, but you have to run to the ward."

"I'm just curious. I want to see if the uncle is really conscious as you said."

"You young man, my own man, I can still talk nonsense."

(End of this chapter)